1850 in Thoreau’s Journal:
The apple season is well-nigh over.
1852 in Thoreau’s Journal:
This morning the ground is white with snow—and it still snows. This is the first time it has been fairly white this season, though once before many weeks ago it was slightly whitened for 10 or 15 minutes….There is something genial even in the first snow–& nature seems to relent a little of her November harshness.
Men too are disposed to give thanks for the bounties of the year all over the land–& the sound of the mortar is heard in all houses–& the odor of summer savory reaches even to poets’ garrets.